We went along the water's edge; our bare feet would barely touch,
And we rolled one up.
You sat back down and looked at me. It wasn't you, it couldn't be.
The one I knew from four months ago, it wasn't you.
The one I thought I knew like a book.
The one I must have mistook for someone that I thought I knew.
I always thought of you, I always think of you.
Some mistake I've made, like a scratched up record playing
I'll take you back, turn you in. find someone else to take home with me.
You can't come home with me. You'll never get by. By making me cry.
So I'll trade you in for someone else, some one new. It's not you.